The historic Hilton San Francisco Union Square is one of the largest and tallest hotels on the West Coast of the United States, with a top-notch city view.

Meimei enjoyed a breakfast, Han Xuan changed into pajamas, walked out among the bodyguards who were hugging and hugging, and left Los Angeles and guarded them more strictly.

A female waitress stood at the door, obeying the customer's request at any time. She was dressed in clothes that cost no less than two thousand US dollars, which was enough for a common American family to spend several weeks, but now she was wearing them on the waiter.

When she saw the boy going out, she had a professional smile on her face, but she looked quite comfortable. After bent down and asked him hello, she said, "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

The boy did not respond, she paused and repeated it softly. Han Xuan looked at both sides. No one had called him so formally before, and pointed at himself: "Are you asking me?"

"It's nothing, thank you."

"Okay, do you need someone to clean up the room?" asked the waitress with a smile. Although she was surprised to meet such a young guest in the presidential suite, her strict training did not reveal it.

"I just moved in. I don't need to clean the room. Just clean up the tableware on the table. We will probably come back until late." Han Xuan said in a very polite tone and shook his hand at her, "Goodbye."

“I wish you a great time in San Francisco…”

Take the VIP elevator to the first floor lobby, with no pause in the middle. The special elevator on the top floor does not set buttons on other floors, and only safety doors are left for use in case of accidents.

It is not the time to stay now, and there are not many people in the hall. When I meet Hilton Hotel service staff occasionally, they stop their work and greet good morning. The young man standing at the door helps open the door and watches them leave with a smile.

As Han Xuan walked, he suddenly remembered that he had no car. The bodyguards seemed to have noticed this, looked at him in all directions. He usually had someone to arrange his arrangements when he went out. This time he hurried to San Francisco alone and almost forgot about the car.

Although San Francisco is a peninsula, the urban area is quite large. A bodyguard asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go back and borrow a car from the hotel?"

"Forget it, take a taxi over. You just happened to go eat something, so it should be not far away." Han Xuan scratched his head.

Not long after leaving the Hilton Hotel, there was a small Union Square next to it. In the morning, there were many street artists performing. The boy was playing skateboard and hitting the trash can. He helped the trash can be raised amid the ridicule of his companions. The old woman took a leisurely walk with the poodle. The Macy's department store in the east was not working hours, and the door was tightly closed.

Most of the streets opposite are antique shops or signs for related art industries. The arrows on the road signs read "San Francisco Asian Art Museum", which is quite famous in California.

Han Xuan originally thought that the art museum would be built near it, but after walking around, he couldn't find it. After asking the passers-by, he found out that the San Francisco Art Museum was near the bay. Looking back at the road, it would be troublesome to borrow a car from Hilton.

The boy finished the breakfast in the hot dog cart on the street and was not hungry. However, the family was very strict and he almost forgot about the taste of this thing. He then bought it and tried it and experienced the wonderful taste of junk food.

A group of people stood on the taxi platform and lined up to take a taxi. Some yellow Ford taxi clearly had empty car signs, and they didn't stop no matter how they waved.

Yes, in the hot days of more than 30 degrees, who would wear a suit and sunglasses to go out on the street except for the company's regulations? Each one of them was big and thick, and even a white shirt and high-neck could not cover the tattoos underneath. You should know that the chaos in San Francisco is famous in the United States.

A bodyguard didn't believe in evil, so he took out a fifty dollar bill and shook it back and forth. The effect was very significant. With the violent brake sound, a black car stopped in front of them. The fat driver looked at them and said, "There are too many people and I can't squeeze in the car. Why don't I call a friend over?"

Han Xuan has many people and is confident enough. He will think about it when he comes out alone, but now...

He bit the hot dog and said vaguely, "Why can't he? When will he come?"

"Wait, he went to the toilet in the square and came over immediately, but that... money?" The fat driver rubbed his hands and made a posture that everyone on earth understood.

"Give it all to you." The bodyguard said, taking out fifty dollars. He wore a lot of clothes in the weather. He had just walked around the streets. Compared to the insignificant money, he would rather arrive at his destination earlier.

The local veteran driver knew the shortcuts and bypassed the coastal highway in the city, the old Honda engine roared.

Han Xuan was sitting in the back row, worried that it would dissipate in the next second. He could have unexpectedly recognized the Red Cross-Sea Steel Bridge, as if it was called the Golden Gate Bridge or something. He looked at the watch face and said to the driver, "I'm not in a hurry, can you drive slowly?"

"It's okay, I've been here, I can't encounter a car. Look at the sea breeze, how comfortable it is." The middle-aged bodyguard sitting on the boy's right smiled and said, "So Irving is okay in Rhode Island? I heard that he is now a cashier, haha, it's amazing!"

"Irving? Do you know him?" Han Xuan turned his head and looked at him.

"Yes, I am his brother, Lopez." The American brothers and younger brothers all use the same word, and they are almost unable to distinguish them. After saying that, the middle-aged bodyguard added: "I am four years older than him, and my job in Sos was introduced to him. How about it? Didn't make you angry, you know, his mind is a little twitching."

"It's pretty good, Mr. Lopez, Irving is now supervising the decoration of the branch at Brown University, and he should be back soon."

...

When I came to San Francisco yesterday, Anya accompanied her mother to conduct a venue exhibition. The previous exhibition was just removed and there were many places to clean up. She was busy until late at night before going to bed.

At around 7 o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by my mother to wash up, put on my newly bought clothes, and went to the beauty salon to make my hair. Today, in addition to the exhibition, I also have a small painting sales event.

Since a large-sized oil painting of my mother's figure was sold at a high price of US$2.71 million in May, its popularity has increased a lot. Most of the people who will come later are upper-class people and local famous painters. Ordinary visitors have to wait for tomorrow before coming in. It is very important to treat them with politeness.

It was said that it started at 10 o'clock, but as the host, the main host, went to receive guests who arrived early, naturally, naturally, they could not pass by on time. So at around 9:30, the mother and daughter stood at the door to greet the guests, accompanied by staff from the Los Angeles Art Museum staff.

Perhaps he was surprised to see the purple pupils. An Ya was surprised. She forgot about etiquette and looked at her intently. This made Anya very angry. She forced a smile. After he left, she broke away from her mother holding her hand and sat alone by the flower bed.

Mrs. Cecilia smiled bitterly, and her daughter seemed to be at the age of rebellion...
Chapter completed!